Life is a bouquet of roses
thorns spike the bumpy ride
perfume lingers in my dreams
the buds of life my pride

Many petalled layers
are the years I've loved and lived
the stems are the key players
those people I've been with

Facing proudly upright
flower holding all the rain
together there is unity
to combat any pain

Many different colours
the facets of experience
as the rose begins to age
it's beauty has no resilience

When the bouquet finally dies
a photograph you reap
of dried roses which are memories
the heritage that you keep